it's 3.37am now. don't ask me what i'm doing here on my blog when im better off in bed or rushing to complete my never ending list of work. but it's just hard to resist the temptation rambling here in the stillness of the morning/night. it's been a long time since i had the luxury of enjoying the jazzy blues while i surf interesting reads.30 minutes.albeit extravagant, considering my load of work that's threatening to tip me over to insanity,but it's one of those moments you know you didnt regret spending that way, nonetheless.
every morning an endless battle ensues within me. the gravitational force that's tugging at me back into bed and the equally strong urgency derived from a pile of never ending work that's making me move towards my breakfast drawer. usually the one that requires me to travel the shortest distance ends up victorious. the bed of cos, which goes without saying. unless the force on the other end is simply too great a draw- a growling stomach maybe, but almost all the time, it's about work that's loading as if each piece were under the influence of gravity and the only way it could go is down onto me. sometimes i wish both forces work in the same direction.
Comments